Birch

That Birch is your friend –
of that much be sure;
In offense or defense,
its loyalty is pure.

Its life giving sap –
Its fire friendly skin –
Its dappled striped bark –
Its promise within.

A beaker, a spear;
A cure for your ills;
Food from its bark;
Paper for wills.

That Birch is your friend,
both young and old,
will be true, as long,
As ours rules our road.

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duncancleary

A native of Dublin, Ireland. When not busy with work or family, I try to create new stuff using words and pictures, often with a scientific theme. Thanks for visiting.

3 thoughts on “Birch”

  1. Friendly though it may be,
    Oh, how it affects me!
    When the spring wind blows,
    Its pollen up my nose.

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